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It was my thirtieth year to heaven / Woke to my hearing from harbour and neighbour wood / And the mussel pooled and the heron / Priested shore
The morning beckon / With water praying and call of seagull and rook / And the knock of sailing boats on the net webbed wall / Myself to set foot / That second